No, that ain't it......
Punxsutawney Time? ... Dang near... Are we there yet.. are we there yet? Calm down Junior.... Not quite....
We, those if us that ain't got the sense God gave a Goose (Midwesterners) have hid for three days behind our front door... candles, AA/AAA batteries abound.. extra blankets... we done stocked up at the Piggly... we gots eggs, bread, milk, BEER, ground beef (Lock the front door Opal, it's that Wagyu kind, I spent three hours on the forklift just to pay for that crap).. TBC.......
Cereal, Mac and Cheese, Peanut Butter, Hot Dogs, KETCHUP, chips, Marshmellows, Graham Crackers and Hershey Bars for S'more than a months worth.... Polk Salad Annie, the gators got your granny, chomp, chomp, chomp, NO! NOT that Annie... the little Redheaded snotnose one.... here.... the Sun'll come out one........ WHERE IS SHE?..... It's COLD!! Tell 'em Popeye, OK OLIVE, I WILL... "I've had all I can takes.. and I can't takes no more!"
Here comes the sun
Doo doo doo doo
Here comes the sun and I say
It's alright
Little darling, it's been a long, cold, lonely winter
Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here
The year was 1969. George Harrison had kinda been hibernating for quite a few years behind all the lyrics of John and Paul. They had been kinda forced to check into Apple daily.. Busy working on Abbey Road.. it was getting to be a grind, the Apple thing... almost as if they were in school.. you know, Pavlov's dogs.. "OK, line up, we're gonna walk across this road and take a pic... John, you first, then Ringo, Paul, finally George.
George needed a break.......
Here comes the sun
Doo doo doo doo
Here comes the sun and I say
It's alright
Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces
Little darling, it seems like years since it's been here
OK, I admit to making up the Road pic, but, the George needing a break part is true. JUST LIKE us, here, stuck in the middle with you.... NO DAMNIT that ain't it... stuck in the frozen tundra... it'd been a long Winter... George needed to simply get away........
Here comes the sun
Doo doo doo doo
Here comes the sun and I say
It's alright
Sun, sun, sun
Here it comes x 5
Little darling, I feel that ice is slowly melting
Little darling, it seems like years since it's been clear
So........ George snatched up his Gibson J-200 (given to him by a friend... forget his name.. he was hard to understand... had two first names to his name... like, Dylan Bob or something or other, doesn't matter) anyways, George drove 20 miles South to buddy Eric Clapton's house. It was there, galavanting around the garden with Eric, George wrote "Here Comes The Sun".... (TBC)
"I wasn't Lennon.. I wasn't McCartney.. but by golly, if they can write 'em, I can too. So I did." It was the last song George presented to the group. They worked on it quite a bit once he brought the lyrics... beat... that stuff... finally, on the group's "12 and a half's take" (They were supersticious about the number 13), it was finished that July 7th day, 1969.
Here comes the sun
Doo doo doo doo
Here comes the sun and I say
It's alright
Here comes the sun
Doo doo doo doo
Here comes the sun',
It's alright
It's alright
Interesting to me.. (Might not be to you, but... it's my damn blog, you're stuck) George and Eric had the hots for the same lady, model, photographer Pattie Boyd. She'd married George in 1966, but later left him for friend Eric, marrying him next in 1979.
They remained good friends... 'Husbands-in-law' they referred to themselves.. Boyd inspired much music... George's "Something"... and Clapton's "Layla" and "Wonderful Tonight,"
And that's all I have to say about that. (OK, that's a lie... THAT LINE, of course, is from Forrest Gump.....) VICTOR? The HELL does that have to do with Sun, Punxy, the snotnosed red headed kid, George, Paul, John, Eric, Patty... that stuff?
Nothing, but, remember, it's my party and I'll cry if I want to............ no, ,wait, that ain't it. It's my blog and I'll change course if I want too... you would change too if it happened to you!
I thought it was fun.... that Hanks kept saying that line throughout the film because the director would forget to say 'CUT'!
So........................ CUT! The frozen tundra, we're sick of it, but, we can't all get up and go see Clapton's roses... We're stuck here getting fatter and fatter because there ain't nuttin' else to do! (That's not wholly true.. I've been unfriending Facebook friends who live in tropical climes, whenever they send a beach pic or similar and a "Hi, hope you're well, oh, btw it's 76 degrees here", that stuff.)
But, anyways..........
CUT!
Punx? What say you?
Annie?
George? Eric? Patti? Layla?
Thats all I have to say about that.
Love, Victurd
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